( sara pushes herself up onto her knees to meet him maybe a third of the way, lips against his in a kiss that's probably far more tender and sweet than it has any right to be. it comes with the familiarity of this by now, she supposes, even if she still isn't sure there should be a familiarity.

but she doesn't regret any of this, certainly not in moments like these when it's just him and her tucked away into her quarters, when she's free to do more than just steal a knowing glance on a mission, maybe let her teeth drag against her lower lip as if a promise as to what's to come later on aboard the ship.

fingers curled into the soft cotton of his henley — a habit by now — she holds tight as she scoots further back onto her bed, leaves him maybe just enough room to lay down with her. )

Gideon and I had a little girl talk earlier and I think we're on the same page about things now. As long as you don't get on her bad side.